Addicted to Pain, Humiliation and Degredation

Chapter SIX

“Your second lesson will show you one of your jobs when I am entertaining guests. That will be as a human ashtray and cigarette lighter, for those who smoke. We’ll now demonstrate how you will do these things. You obviously understand how your mouth will be used as an ashtray, Guests may choose any part of your body to stub out their smokes, and may just torment you without actually putting it out. But how, you might ask will you light their cigarettes, etc.” Mistress Evil next attached metal hose clamps to three of my fingers and started to tighten them. Just before they were secure, she inserted a wooden match in each with the tip just short of the end of my finger, and finished the tightening, “Now, I know your hands are immobilized, so I’ll help a little here.” With that she rubbed the head of the match against the box they came in and it lit. “See, sissy cunt, a cigarette lighter,” she continued. And she waited a good fifteen seconds before lighting up, with me screaming once again. “I’m going to sit down and enjoy this. The match will go out in a minute or so and we’ll repeat the process with your other two fingers to insure you understand the process,” she said, over my constant bellowing in pain. By the time Mistress came over and stubbed the butt out on my nipple, might finger looked a lot like the colors on my cock. Repeating the process, the other two were stubbed out on the other nipple and an armpit. Guess she felt my privates looked bad enough. “Any questions on your duties, sissy cunt? Mistress Evil asked.
Now just constantly moaning, I shook my head no.
Again Mistress Evil spoke and told me that Eric would be in to reposition me face down for the afternoon session while she had lunch. I was told that the afternoon would be spent permanently marking me as her property. “Don’t give Eric any trouble or I’ll make this afternoon’s session even worse than is necessary” she said as she walked out.
About two hours had passed when Mistress reappeared. I had been secured to hooks in the floor, face down, with something under my waist that put my ass high in the air. Eric had put a piece of semi-hard rubber between my teeth to bite down on, as my pain endurance would be severely tested this afternoon.
Not having very good peripheral vision I couldn’t see what Mistress was doing, But could see her bring several metal rods, about three feet long, over by a small door in the wall near me. She opened the door numerous times and a strange whooshing sound would escape. Finally she seemed satisfied. Having no idea what to expect, I clenched about every muscle in my body in dreadful anticipation. What was the start of what would turn out to be hours of continuous screaming began as I felt a searing pain in my upper left buttock. And the stench of burning flesh filled the air. GOD help me I thought as I wailed at the top of my lungs. The pressure of the pole was lifted after about fifteen seconds and Mistress set it aside.
Mistress Evil knelt down beside my moaning body and said. “Have you figured it out? After last night’s video, you must know you are being branded. When I’m done, PROPERTY OF MISTRESS EVIL WILL be permanently emblazoned on your ass cheeks. This requires over twenty individual brands. It takes five to ten minutes for each rod to get hot enough, so this torment is going to take two to three hours. I sure hope you weren’t going anywhere,” she laughed.
Just as I started to calm down, the next letter came. And on it went. A letter is burned in, I scream, and about the time I quiet down to a moan, another letter comes. The only change occurred maybe half way through when I no longer screamed, totally hoarse. My mouth was open but nothing came out. But, a big smile was on Mistress’ face every time she looked and saw the agony in my eyes. Eventually, I vomited the contents of my stomach, knowing I’d be licking them up later.
Through with the branding, Mistress informed me Eric would be in to dress my marks and set me up for the night. The machine has already been enlarged to a dildo a half-inch wider and an inch longer. Also I needed to improve my oral work to insure sufficient nutrition to keep my strength and health up. Tomorrow’s lessons don’t revolve around pain, as your body needs a day or two to recover from today’s lesson. Tomorrow’s lesson deals with degradation, one of the three joyful areas a sissy cunt like you has to live with. As she said goodnight, Eric came in.
Before I new it, Eric had me settled in for the night. “This is a little early to be in bed, but you probably need a good nights rest. I’ve scheduled the first fucking for about two hours from now to help. You’ll still get the same number of training sessions by the end of the night.”
After what seemed like no time at all my ass came alive with movement. I learned quickly that things were bigger back there and consequently more painful. But the pain also was accompanied with a constant stimulation of my prostrate without any effort on my part. An orgasm followed shortly. As the night moved on I learned I would orgasm every hour. And I got good at sucking cock too, getting plenty of “mush” to eat each hour. Just the second night and a straight man can’t wait to get fucked in the ass and is sucking like a pro. In the back of my mind though, is the dreaded chastity device that’s coming. Constant stimulation with seldom if ever being allowed to cum.
Tonight’s video is “Two Course Dinner, Front and Back”. A fancy name for toilet games. My night was spent watching videos of men and women eating, drinking and actually playing with piss and shit. I vomited up some of what I’d eaten during one especially gross part. And this was the theme of tomorrow’s lesson. I really think I’d rather have more pain. But, what choice does a slave have. Speaking of choices, Mistress Evil had informed me earlier that I would often get to choose my form of torture once I was fully trained and transformed. She loved to give a slave a choice between two or three different means of abuse. While she videotaped the whole scene, a slave would have to convincingly beg to be tortured a certain way to avoid a procedure they hated even more. At her parties she would often play videos of slaves begging and pleading to have her abuse them a certain way. The video did not reveal the slave had a choice. It just showed the begging to be tortured. It’s no wonder she named herself Mistress Evil.

To be continued